The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 191 Trimming the Broom Grass

“I understand your eagerness to have your own brooms, but you can’t skip lunch! I don’t want to see you so hungry in the afternoon that you break the branches!” Amisha said.

Upon hearing this, the little witches each pulled out a small oil paper packet from their pockets, opened it to reveal two slices of bread and fruit cake, and stuffed them directly into their mouths:

"Alright, I'm full!"

The entire process took less than ten seconds.

They came prepared today!

Without being immodest, after seeing the class schedule on Friday night, they prepared lunch for the entire week in advance, consisting entirely of bread, fruit, and cakes!
"..." Amisha, dressed in blue, was greatly shocked and glanced at Moran.

Although this was her first time meeting the second-grade witch, she knew Moran very well.

This was definitely her doing; the little witches must have been influenced by her.

Moran stated that she was innocent.

To be honest, Moran was completely bewildered when Vasida came to remind her last Saturday afternoon to pick breadfruit to make fruit cakes in preparation for her flight lesson.

Although she had prepared bread and fruit cakes for lunch on school days, it didn't stop her from feeling ashamed of the little witches' double standards.

Last year, everyone advised her not to eat fruit cake every day to save time, and Ais even gave her dried meat.

This year, everyone voluntarily prepared fruit cakes for flight lessons.

On her way to class this morning, Moran specifically asked Ais what lunch she had brought.

She even brought fruit cake, explaining that it was dry and not greasy, wouldn't get her hands dirty, and had the perfect texture, making it easier to eat.

In short, for the little witches...

Other classes, I absolutely have to go back to the dormitory, and I absolutely have to eat lunch! Eating fruit cake would be torture for me.

Flight lesson, the fruit cake smells so good!
Ms. Amisa's gaze puzzled Moran. Did the dean not want to go back for his lunch break either?

She touched her handbag and took out the extra bag of bread and fruit cakes she had brought: "Dean, why don't you have some? It'll save you from having to go back to the castle for lunch."

As far as she knew, only the Guardian Dean and the Dean themselves had the authority to teleport within the academy; the Deans who taught them all had to travel by broomstick.

Moreover, these clones also have a need to eat.

I remain a loyal customer of the ready-made food cards in the card mall.

While other witches use food cards from the card shop to improve their lives, Amisa's clones use her card shop as their work canteen.

Amisha immediately took a step back: "No, thank you."

The students can take their own papers; she, as the dean, can't.

She not only needs to eat, she also needs to take a nap!
Amidst the pleading gazes of the little witches, Amisha in her blue robe fled the greenhouse as if escaping.

That was terrifying; she almost lost her lunch break.

"It's a pity, because this means we can't move on to the next step right away after we've cleared the broom grass," Vasita said regretfully.

“Yes! Although the steps are written in the book, without the dean around, it would be bad if we made a mistake and ruined the broom grass.” Sylph sighed.

Moran: "..."

Who is the Queen of the Scrolls? In the afternoon, Amisha in her blue robe arrived at the greenhouse on time. After passing through the woods, she saw the little witches sitting in a row on the grass, holding brooms.

Twenty-seven pairs of eyes were fixed on her even before she emerged from the woods.

As soon as she stepped out of the woods, they all stood up in unison: "Dean, you've finally arrived! We've already cleared away the broom grass."

Amisha paused slightly, even glancing at her pocket watch. Yes, she wasn't late.

It's normal for a little witch who has walked to school all year to be proactive in flying lessons; all little witches in previous years have been like this.

However, at most, they would only proactively preview the textbook outside of class and concentrate on listening during class.

But what about the little witches? The broom grass that was originally expected to take a whole day to clear was now completely gone in just one morning.

The branches and roots were polished to a shine, as if they had already been wiped and maintained with tung oil.

If she hadn't been there, the little witches wouldn't have dared to dismantle the broom plant's stem, branches, and roots without her permission. She suspected that what she was looking at wasn't a little witch holding a broom plant, but a little witch holding a broom.

No previous class of little witches had ever been so entangled that even the headmistress, who was supposed to be taking a normal lunch break after class, felt a slight sense of guilt.

At this rate, the flight course might be able to end ahead of schedule.

Amisha is already considering whether she should move next week's class forward if the little witches finish their flying lessons ahead of schedule.

Since it was already time for class, and the little witches were so eager, Amisha didn't hesitate. She laid out twenty-seven straw mats on the grass for the little witches to climb on, and then gave each of them a charcoal pencil.
"Use a charcoal pencil to mark the areas where you are going to prune. Note that you should prioritize pruning the main branches and roots. Cut off the branches in clusters whenever possible, and try to preserve as many large and long branches as possible."

This makes it easier to handle and store. It also makes making broom heads easier and easier to maintain afterwards.

Don't rush. Think carefully about how to prune to make the most of the branches and roots. Mark the areas carefully, and only start pruning after I've checked them.

This is a rare opportunity, and the dean needs to oversee it to ensure that the little witches don't waste any materials.

Although Moran, like the other little witches, only started this step after the headmaster arrived, she had actually already studied in her mind how to prune these branches and roots to make full use of them.

Thanks again to Blue Star Memory.

There are no flying brooms on Earth, but there are plenty of brooms for sweeping the floor.

Who can blame them when the basic flying broom looks exactly like a regular broom?

Although this primitive version of brooms is rarely used in modern times on Earth, it was very common in ancient times when technology was underdeveloped!
She also had a lot of production methods and techniques in her head.

While the other little witches were still figuring out where to cut, Moran was already making marks on the broom with a charcoal pencil, her strokes decisive.

It was marked in three minutes, and I raised my hand to call for Ms. Amisa to come and check.

After examining it carefully, Amisha nodded:
"Excellent! This pruning plan is indeed the most suitable; we can begin pruning now."

Take out the smallest pruning shears from your {Witch's Tool Card} and tell it to press this mark to cut off all the branches and roots of the broom grass.

"Aren't you going to cut it yourself?" Moran asked.

Previously, I always did everything myself. When I was working with broom grass, I didn't even use magic much, because I didn't want any accidents to happen, since there's always the possibility of failure when using magic.

“Pruning by hand is not as effective as using twig cutters that have been used in traditional farming, which provide more strength and decisiveness,” Amisha said. “Of course, if your pruning shears are not very obedient, then it’s better to prune by hand.”

(End of this chapter)